Cannon Fodder Battle Chapter 932: Eat me 1 Luoyang shovel (10)

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"Oh, everyone will say sarcastic words, yes, my walkie-talkie is useless, and I can't find my own person, but I have at least tried to work hard, but what about you? Excuse me, you are born in a family of Mojin Now, is there any way to contact your people? When you said me, did you think about whether you could do it? Criticize me for being so slippery, as if you can contact them. " Yan Qingze was not convinced, and threw out some rhetoric of "youcanyouup, nocannobb".

"Your words are not unreasonable, but since I dare to criticize you, it is naturally because I can do it. Do you think I am one of those keyboard warriors? Without two brushes, our family can pass on from before the Western Han Dynasty to Now? The emperor's tomb stolen by our ancestors is more dangerous and earlier than this princess's tomb." Fang Wuyong was very proud of the family's history and means.

"Before the Western Han Dynasty? Isn't that almost two thousand years?"

"You are really boasting that you don't pay taxes. I heard Cui Xiang said that you started touching gold in the Fang family in the late Tang Dynasty."

"Don't think that I don't like me soon after I entered the tomb robbery industry. I also took history classes. The imperial tombs of an earlier period than this princess tomb are really from the Western Han Dynasty. The imperial tombs of the Western Han Dynasty It was stolen by your Fang family? Where did you put the Red Eyebrow Army?"

Fang Wuyong smiled, "It seems that you are not completely ignorant. You even know about the tomb robbery by the Red Eyebrow Army. Let me tell you the truth. Our Fang family was not originally named Fang. Our ancient surname was Dongfang. Army..."

For Fang Wuyong, the history of the family is worth showing off. Although he is still a little worried that he will be found by the descendants of the enemy family, Fang Wuyong has no intention of leaving Yan Qingze's life in the end. The family's glorious record is held in his heart It's really uncomfortable, why not talk about it to find pleasure?

Therefore, Fang Wuyong proudly told the history of the family briefly.

Yan Qingze didn't believe Fang Wuyong's words, "Oh, well, let's pretend that what you said is true, then please contact other people now."

"It seems that you still don't believe me." In order to say less and make less mistakes, Fang Wuyong has been reticent for more than 20 years. Today he encountered an ancient tomb that is close to the Western Han Dynasty, which inevitably made him excited. The ancient atmosphere made Fang Wuyong feel that he was close to the era when his ancestors fought hard, and created the family's glory side by side with their ancestors.

But it was inevitable that he told the truth, and this fool actually thought he was lying.

"I believe, I believe in you, so please contact them as soon as possible." He said he believed, but his tone could tell that Yan Qingze didn't believe it.

"It seems that I have to show my hand, take it."

Fang Wuyong handed the torch in his hand to Yan Qingze, untied his pocket, took out an army green water bottle from it, unscrewed the lid, and poured the liquid inside on the muddy surface of the corridor superior.

Looking at Fang Wuyong squatting on the ground and starting to stir the liquid and mud just now, Yan Qingze's mouth twitched, "Brother, you won't have a nervous breakdown, what are you doing playing with mud?"

"Don't talk, just wait and see what I do." Fang Wuyong didn't stop, the mud on the ground became thicker and thicker after a while, but he picked up a lump of mud and began to rub it with his hands.

The mud was kneaded in Fang Wuyong's hands into a noodle shape as thick as a little finger.

While Yan Qingze was waiting to see what kind of tricks Fang Wuyong was kneading the mud into, Fang Wuyong stopped, raised a finger and said to him, "Poke my finger a little, and you can Just bleed."

Yan Qingze didn't want to cooperate with Fang Wuyong at all, but he just wanted to see Fang Wuyong make a fool of himself, so he still took out the small dagger and slashed at Fang Wuyong with the finger he raised.

Fang Wuyong drew the blood from his finger on the noodle-shaped mud, and murmured a spell that Yan Qingze couldn't understand.

Then, the mud noodles twisted like a snake, and slipped from Fang Wuyong's palm to the ground, and looked up at Yan Qingze like a snake.

Yan Qingze thought he was mistaken, or, that Fang Wuyong used some trick to touch the mud noodles at an angle he couldn't see.

Fang Wuyong enjoyed Yan Qingze's shocked appearance very much, bent down and grabbed a lump of mud from the mud noodles, and said to the mud, "Thousand-legged mud worms, divide into five groups, find other people, stick to them, Got it?"

The broken mud noodle nodded, then broke into five pieces, climbed up the wall like a bug, and left.

Fang Wuyong looked at Yan Qingze and said to him, "You see, this is the method of our Dongfang family. When we go down to the cemetery, we naturally have to use unusual methods. They left, and after a while they found our people. I'll know, as long as they stick to those people, we can talk."

"It's a lie! It's just mud." Yan Qingze was stunned, and had begun to doubt the education he had received over the past twenty years.

"Yes, without my blood, it would be a lump of mud, but now, it is my avatar." Fang Wuyong's voice trembled a little, and he was able to use this spell only after entering the royal tomb. The tomb is indeed the tomb of the princess. He went down to other tombs before and couldn't use this technique.

"So, follow me carefully for a while, and don't get lost. I will save the others as soon as I can." Everyone who is not himself has to die, but who will help him carry the treasure after they die? Still save them now ~IndoMTL.com~ oh. "Yan Qingze saw the incomprehensible power, Zhan Shi chose to be obedient, and followed Fang Wuyong at every step, as if he was afraid of being abandoned.

At this time, Tong Xinlan had already found four lone tomb robbers, and without saying anything, she sent them straight to **** with her sharp nails.

"Are you going to release the avatar? It really shouldn't be underestimated." Tong Xinlan threw away the corpse in her hand, and took out the handkerchief prepared for Yu Chilan by those people who had just taken it out of the tomb to wipe off the blood on her fingernails.

They are all people who use Taoism, and Tong Xinlan knows the shortcomings of this technique.

Before leaving the corpse, Tong Xinlan picked up the water bottle carried by the corpse.

The killing was happening quietly in the tomb. There were more and more corpses of the tomb robbers, and other people who were walking cautiously in the tomb also encountered the corpses of their companions at the corner. They were trembling with fright. Kneeling down and begging unknown ghosts and gods to spare their lives, some prayed to gods and Buddhas all over the sky to save him. The people brought by Fang Wuyong were more calm. They checked the body and saw the throat cut by a sharp weapon and pierced by a claw. chest. (To be continued.)